8
Jack Culverhouse slammed his car door a little harder than usual, before letting out a large sigh.
‘Well I thought that went alright,’ Wendy said, knowing exactly which buttons to push to wind her colleague up.
‘f**k off,’ Culverhouse said quietly.
‘If it’s him, something’ll crop up. Like you said, he’s showed he’s pretty hopeless when it comes to thinking ahead and covering his tracks.’
‘It’s the time factor, though. If he’s involved he knows we’ll be back, and now he’s got the chance to start hiding stuff. We’ve given him a head start.’
It wasn’t often Wendy felt sorry for Jack, but she was starting to feel his pain and frustration.
‘He might not be involved in any way. In which case it’s a good job we didn’t arrest him. And if he is involved, we’ll find something.’
Culverhouse
